The Busty Queen Mishap (50th Post Commemoration)

"Wait, wait, wait," Adrian sat down on one of the chairs nearby as a worried look began to appear on his feminine face. "What do you mean that the remote controller is no longer working?"

"Basically, a customer accidentally sat on it and the device stopped working correctly," his HR manager at the other side of the phone call said with a nonchalant tone. "The core structure of the controller seems to be intact, so it should only take a few days to fix it. Until then, you'll have to remain in your current body until we get it to work again."

Adrian's worried look quickly shifted into one of utter disbelief as he then placed his phone on the other side of his head and adjusted the embroidered corset he was currently wearing.

"You can't be serious!" Adrian answered back, this time in panic. "You have to fix the remote controller now! I already had plans for tonight!"

"I'm afraid I cannot do anything about that."

"So what then am I supposed to tell my girlfriend tonight at our date?!" Adrian answered back. "That I am now a woman because in reality, my actual job is as a bartender cosplaying as a busty queen at the fake medieval tavern downtown?!"

"I'm afraid so," his HR manager responded. "Look. I'd keep speaking with you, but I still have to tell the news to the other employees also affected by this at your place. In the meantime, we have spare clothes at the back of the establishment for situations like this, so feel free to use them."

"Don't you dare hang u-"

And then the HR manager hung up.

"Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable," Adrian scoffed loudly to himself as he took off his fake crown and began to loosen his fiery-red hair. "I should have just accepted the job at the office if I knew that this was going to happen to me..."

As he then finished with his hair and began to take off all of his fake jewelry, he couldn't help himself from thinking about the dilemma he was now facing: He could either come clean with his girlfriend about his real job - something that wasn't going to end well since she had told him various times that she hated the establishment he was currently working at - or come up with an excuse - something that also wasn't going to end well since he had already promised her that this time, he wasn't going to cancel their date.

Adrian was about to stand up in order to make his way to the back of the establishment and find himself something more casual to wear when he realized something:

He actually had a third option.

The HR manager hadn't say that the remote controller wasn't working. He had said that the remote controller wasn't working correctly.

Although he knew next to nothing about how the remote controller exactly worked, fixing electronic devices was actually one of his favorite hobbies. Machines were machines, so how different should it be to fix a remote controller from a computer or a phone? Then again, HR was definitely not going to allow him to do that, so if they found out that he had secretly tried to fix the remote controller, then he was going to find himself in a lot of trouble.

The three options all had their pros and cons, and yet, it was rapidly becoming clear to him that the more time he waited, the harder it was going to be to choose between one of them.

So what option should he choose then?

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Two things:

1. This is the 50th post I've made in this blog, so I just wanted to commemorate that. I hope you've been enjoying all of the captions I've written thus far!
2. I already have some ideas about how this story could go on, but in the spirit of commemorating the 50th post on this blog, I'd like to hear how you would like it to continue. There are technically three options, but in theory each option could then go in many different ways.